Pantoum

I have never written a pantoum but have to rise to the challenge because it keeps the little gray cells working.  I had to scout around the net - Stephen Fry says nothing about this particular poetic form. I gather from my research that this type of poem has its roots in Malasyia but was adopted by French writers. It has a set pattern but doesn't need to rhyme - however if it does rhyme, that also has a set pattern.
OK. It sounds really complicated and I have a busy day ahead so here goes...

Dorothy’s Ninety Eighth
Her ashes sprinkled on a blooming rose She would be ninety eight years old today Today we meet to honor her repose And toast her in our long established way
She would be ninety eight years old today And every year the family would convene
And toast her in our long established way
Our loving mother and our queen
And every year the family would convene From far flung places they all came this way
Our loving mother and our queen
So happy that we came to share her day
From far flung places they all came this way Today we meet to honor her repose
So happy that we came to share her day
Her ashes sprinkled on a blooming rose.

Short and sweet - just like Mum. Thanks for reading. Adele
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